Dear Readers,
It's been long time I didn't find any power to sit down and write my thoughts. I was scared to face myself and admit the truth that is eating my heart. I want to be a happy person...that's all. It's been one year since I started to transform myself in looking for happiness. Like if I change myself the world will accept me more. I want to explain to you something about artists...
Many people accept artists as egocentric people, too strange and too crazy to be true. Indeed, I can admit with two hands raised that being an artist is not an easy job. It's a gift but also a curse as well. Many of the creators, no matter which kind of art they are doing, are trully unusual personalities. How could be any different? The sensitivity of an artist is so much more fine and vibrating with every detail...such people are grabbing the life with two hands and admit no limits in imagination, way of life...Often they are chameleons and change themselves with the speed of the light. It's not easy to run from extreme to extreme, to explore everything, to be curious about the whole world...in this kind of situations people become outstanding, different from the common mass and of course...very very lonely.
Artists, dear readers, are like a bomb...you just need to push a button, to break a string in their souls and they will explode...it's really sad because the creators are the spice in this world, the ones who give the colour, the fun, the imagination...but who can run in such a fast beat, who can follow the next transformation, who can handle the next character, who can understand the next depressive mood? Nobody! And that's the drama of the creators...being alone, misunderstood, underestimated, blamed, joked...
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